A Thousand Words To Fill The Heart by IceySnow000, literature
Literature
A Thousand Words To Fill The Heart
We've heard the saying millions of times before, "A picture is worth a thousand words".
So when I drew that heart of your hand, I also wrote the words that filled that tiny picture drawn in a weak black pen.
I've written the same three words 333 times to make my point.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
And on that final line, I wrote the one word that would make my feelings stand true.
I love you forever.
I do not own InuYasha or any of the characters created by Rumiko Takahashi
The house was dark, lit only by the red coals in the fire pit. InuYasha snugged the blanket around his sleeping wife with his right arm, while holding his daughter on his left hip.
That done, he moved a little away from the sleeping woman to sit beside the fire pit , and, cradling her in his lap, "What am I gonna do with you, little flower, keeping your mama up so late? You must have worn her out, cause after she fed you, she fell right back asleep."
The baby crammed a fist in her mouth. He touched a strand of her silver hair, ran a fingertip over the flap of one s
I saw your furtive cards
But why couldn't I see it in the stars?
Go back to your dollhouse to play for fun
But rest assured your doom shall be under the sun
Let us cast away the dolls for a minute
See why we're here
Here's a boring play
You took my heart and broke it
But here's the trick
It was a slow moving
Behind the curtains game
It took you many masks
Before I could pick your trick
Out of the pile of broken doll promises
A child's game
Where you acted like a child
Killed like a child
Let yourself delude into winning like a child
But there's a puppet master here
A simple thing
Ugly and unrefined
But who cares?
You lov
The nest is sacred to thee.
Wondering why the sky is cold,
When you are full of warm feathers.
Royally painted by the sun.
The shimmering heat envisioned here,
In the pages of the never ending story.
These wings are folded.
Eyes are closing softly so and so,
Craning your neck north.
Two golden fires at rise.
The landscape is shaded with pink;
You are splashed with her sister, red.
Melting from the plumes.
Crusted thick and dark with burns,
Shouldering a lost mind and memory.
Not a sound in the air.
Winds have stopped, with great fear-
For the safety of the cremated centre.
Where all life shall find me.
Cupping in my hands y
It's the same feeling when the mug
Between my fingers falls apart;
The explosion of a precious antique
From a foreign, unseen land.
Just like my lips trembling
When I rewind the cartoon,
Watching the motions drawn
By my own faulty hands.
And in the script, I'm making
The impossible believable-
A confession that never came,
Your hopes now un-dashed.
But when I look up from my
Smeared, stained paper,
I'm seeing everything just
As my lies had fortold it.
Even though the pen is finally
Out of poisonous ink-
The story continues playing,
No better than my deceit.
If I pick up the chunks of China
Left at my crooked feet,
I'll o
Only because
We live in these shades, alone;
My hand is calling your cradle,
Rocking your fate back and forth,
Back and forth like a fragile babe
By the fire-
How it hungers for you, my child.
Simply because
Of will and my will, we are
Dancing the waltz of the damned.
Clasp my fingers firmly now,
Or be flung around like a broken doll
As we pounce, drunk on euphoria-
Only because
This is how the world sees me;
The walking god amongst them.
I'm standing on my pedestal,
Being worshipped with smiling,
Innocent lambs-
You were never the last, but the first.
They watch me, unblinking.
I settle back, knuckles relaxing,
And continue to fly across the
The sky at my door.
A row of beautiful white stars,
Lined up and ready for action-
Should anything darken their light.
It's always the same, in darkness;
I battle it, this haunting fear,
As let myself be soothed by
Sensational cat's eyes.